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He walked the hall

Deathly quiet

With a black book in hand

He wore a black floor length robe

He knew the times

When each life ceased

You see he was

The soul collector

But you know him

Best as the grim reaper.



Today

He was on a mission

To take a soul

On its journey home.

A soul of his choice.

And there she stood

Looking out the window

Her skin pale

Contrasting her raven hair.

Jade green eyes

Looked almost lifeless

As she watched the blossoms

Of the sakura trees

blow in the breeze



She smiled seeing him

As he reached for her

"You came for me..

I am glad..."



She died as she took his hand

As he led her away

He cherished her soul



So he sat on the throne

Waiting to start the next mission

However he wont be alone

The soul he took

He chose for his bride

His angel of darkness

The only comfort

For his eternally tormented soul.

So she is called

Angel of silence

Always watching

What others do

Not saying anything



Walking among humans

Always shrouded in darkness

Her eyes barely readable

To those who knew of her exsistance

People feared

What they would find

So they never spoke to her



When the time came

However

People did not dare

Approach her

For she had seen their life

Weither she deemed them worthy

Of continuing to draw breath

She did not care



Angel of silence

She was dubbed

But more effective name

The Angel of Death

For your life may be next

To end on this final day



Good luck in life

I hope you see

You will end up facing

Evangelium de Silenti

Among the clouds

Soars a beautiful

Free spirit

In the form

Of the Mighty Hawk

Its wings stretched

Twords the heavens

Body warmed by the rays of the sun

Sharing your sky

With your equally majestic

Brother eagle.



Your cry resounds

In many minds

Dipping low

While in flight

People marvel at your beauty.



Stay in flight

Stay free

But look down

And guide those

That wish to be like you

Live Free.

Walking among

The mighty forest trees

I feel something calling out to me

As I draw closer I see a man

Dressed in traditional buckskin

As I watch him

He moves his hand

As if wanting me to join him

Beside the fire.



I walk forward slowly

As if in awe of this man

As he speaks

I watch the flames dance

To his words

He spoke of a time

Where buffalo ran free

Across the plains

Peaceful plains

That rolled in the winds.



He spoke of a man

Who had a warrior spirit

He was the son of a mighty chief

He was devoted to his tribe

He sacrificed himself to protect them



I saw images of this warrior

In my mind as the flames

Entranced me with its

Hypnotic dance



This man in the flames

Did not look like the man

Who was speaking

It was as if this image

Was nestled in my heart

For there he stood

A man proud

And tall

With the spirit of a warrior



When the story was told

The storyteller smiled

"You have found your Spirit Warrior...."



He turned

And walking away

He disappeared

What was he

A ghost?

A spirit guide?

But I did

Find him

My Spirit Warrior.